My God Is Like a Lamp Unto My Feet, and a Light Unto My Path

tony333,1

You ask why I believe in God, why anyone believes in God. Have you read the Bible? Its full of such fascinating stories. Everyone seems to think that if you are a good person, you go to heaven. umm, sorry, no, thats not how it works. 2

I grew up going to a little countryside church. I became a believer when I was 4, baptized when I was 7. I was as devout as you can imagine, I could shame the pope. When I was 9, my mother died of Cancer. I had prayed and prayed and prayed my little heart out, begging God to save her from her pain. He did, I suppose, but it made me hate him, and her, for a time. When I was 13, I went to a retreat called Megateen at a private christian boarding school in my area. At that retreat, we had a concert of prayer. I remember breaking down and bawling like a baby, and I refound my belief in God, or rather, my trust in him. I've always struggled with my faith, because I am human. Just because I am a christian does not make me infallible.3

I believe in the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, the Holy Trinity, the Virgin Mary, the whole shee-bang. I look at our lives, at our world, how complex it is, and how beautiful it is, and I can't believe that it was all an accident. It gives purpose to our lives, yes, something to believe in, yes, but when you look at the human body, how the organs work the way they do, how developed our brains are, I can't imagine that we are related to monkeys, or as my pastor says "Goo to You, By Way of the Zoo". To be honest, Evolution takes a stronger belief system than Christianity or any other religion does. 4

I've seen God work in my life, making changes, moving the great chess pieces of life around to impact me. I've done terrible things. I'm not a virgin, like I swore I would be until I was married. I have stolen from my siblings, petty cash, but it was stealing none-the-less. I lied to my parents, disrespected them, and God kept my father from kicking me out. I know that the mistakes I have made were my own fault, my own doing, my own choices, but I know that God presented me with the right path at every turn, and I am the one who said "Screw You, I want to have Fun!". 5

I look at my nephew, this beautiful three month old child, and I know God exists. The doctor said that there was a three percent chance he would be normal. three percent. That is three cents worth of that dollar menu cheeseburger at McDonalds. (yes, I know its a dollar twenty five now) So therefore a 97 percent chance of abnormalities. But we prayed, and he is a healthy happy baby. Fat and Happy. He's all smiles, with a few tears and screams, but he's healthy. 6

I've read the Bible. I know my God is a God of War, he is a God of Love, he is a Jealous God, he is a God of Choice, of Freedom. He tells us to do the right thing, but lets us decide. We get to go to him in our own time, but on his terms. "For God So Loved the World, that he gave his only begotten Son". Now that is compassion. History tells us that Jesus Christ was a real person. He appears in Islam, and Hinduism, as well. 7

The Bible was writ by mankind, yes, but it was God holding the pen. I believe that God works through people, and that is what the Bible is. Its a compilation of stories, of scripture, of Gods Word. And I believe it wholeheartedly. My brain tells me that there is a rational explanation for everything. But my heart differs from it. I know there is a God, and even if I falter, he will be there for me, to hold my hand, to guide me along the path of life.8

"My God Is Like a Lamp Unto My Feet, and a Light Unto My Path"